Now I Can't Stop

I am not a big drinker at all. I am always the most sober in a group of friends at the bar. Serious.

I just don't like the taste of alcohol that much. It is rare that I'll find a drink that I like and can withstand for an entire night at the bar. So yeah I am the one who can drink one drink and make that drink last 2 hours. Don't ask.

Well, that was not the case Saturday night after I discovered 267.
The. Best. Ever.

It also was not the case Monday or Tuesday night.

Holy shit, can I stop drinking?

Monday night was Monday Night Football. Oh and how it was the best game ever - not due to anything that was happening on the field - oh Hell to the no. It was all about the announcer box and Matthew McCaughney.

UH-HUH.

Did you see it? He looked HOT.

And I was making some rather rash comments about his hotness, you know, because of the alcohol. And let me add that I was drinking because, oh holy shit, I spent the entire day in Houston with my Boss*

Tuesday night I found a licqour store that sells 267. YAHOO!
So I drank and drank.

Yeah I cannot stop. Tonight I am meeting friends out to go bowling. You know there will be drinking...

*OMGoodness, Monday was the longest day of my life. I shit you not. And here is one tidbit of a story to just let you in on what I dealt with all day.

There are two types of service people that I don't like to piss off. 1. Waitstaff and 2. Anyone who works on a plane that I am a passenger on. 'Nuff said.

The flight from Houston to Dallas is a 40 minute flight. The hour flight to San Antonio rarely has time to serve beverages but SWA makes it work.

Well, this flight was American Eagle and they don't give a damn. The flight attendant started the beverage service late - due to crazy winds and turbulence. Since there was not enough time for her to ask every passenger for their drink order; she went down the aisle with cups already ice filled with Cokes and waters. Those were your choices.

We were in row 15 - now no one had a problem with this until she hit Row 15 and my Boss just had to have a Diet Coke.

And she just had to put up a stink about it.
And she just had to raise her voice over it.
And the stewardess so told her that we land in 15 minutes and there is no time for individuol drink orders.
And my Boss was so arguing that she paid for a drink serviced flight and that's what she expects. She then added that more people drink Diet Coke over regular Coke (is that true?)
And the Stewardess so told my Boss that water was much healthier for her anyway -
OH NO SHE DIDN'T.

YES.
She did.

Fight continues and it was all my power to stop me from saying, "Boss, I will so buy you a pack of Diet Coke when we land if you shut it right now"
After the attention getting argument in the middle of the aisle; the stewardess went to the front of the plane and got on the phone.

And yes, I am so embarrassed.

Stewardess came back to Boss with a whole can of Diet Coke, "The Captain said to just give this to you. Merry Christmas"
(I am laughing my ass off inside my head)

And that was just the tip of the iceberg with my Boss and our trip to Houston.